The Shrouded Stranger by Allen Ginsberg

Salem State College Arts Festival 1973: A Tribute to Jack Kerouac The New American Poetry 19451960 by D. M. Allen The Shrouded Stranger by Allen Ginsberg Bare skin is my wrinkled sack When hot Apollo humps my back When Jack Frost grabs me in these rags I wrap my legs with burlap bags My flesh is cinder my face is snow I walk the railroad to and fro When city streets are black and dead The railroad embankment is my bed I sup mu soup from old tin cans And take my sweets from little hand